It’s a curious relationship we have, this canvas and I
An exciting embrace of a huge empty space
with a how and a where, never why?
In the quiet you can hear it, that deafening roar,
of just what is demanded and where
I give in to the force of a five-liter pot,
which demands that you pour it … right there!
Deedidit
Leaning into it
The canvas I mean, and then stepping
away, you can hear it —well at least I feel
like I can. Perhaps I have a diagnosable
disease, but that is for others to decide. At
this point in my life, being able to leave our
planet for a time is a great thing for me.
And so I do more.
I painted you a story you
can dance on
The carpets I paint take up a huge part
of my studio floor. Standing on top of a
table with liters of paint at hand, I do some
serious damage, pouring and dripping paint
— Ah bliss! That’s what it feels like. Ink,
graphite, lino cuts, paint. Texture and depth.
All sealed in varnish. A story told from every
side, this is how I dance
And so I do more.
Kat with a capital K